Metaphor Quotes in Hamlet

The Queen his mother / Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,— / My virtue or my plague, be it either which,— / She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul, / That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, / I could not but by her.

the great love the general gender bear him, / Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, / Would like the spring that turneth wood to stone, / Convert his gyves to graces;

The houses he makes last till doomsday.

the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.—