Metaphor Quotes in Hamlet

I prithee, when thou see’st that act a-foot, / Even with the very comment of thy soul / Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt / Do not itself unkennel in one speech, / It is a damned ghost that we have seen;

A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards / Hast ta’en with equal thanks. And blessed are those / Whose blood and judgement are so well co-mingled / That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger / To sound what stop she please.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Purpose is but the slave to memory, / Of violent birth, but poor validity: / Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, / But fall unshaken when they mellow be.

May one be pardon’d and retain th’offence? / In the corrupted currents of this world / Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice, / And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself / Buys out the law.

O limed soul, that struggling to be free, / Art more engag’d!

Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge. / You go not till I set you up a glass / Where you may see the inmost part of you.

Such an act / That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, / Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose / From the fair forehead of an innocent love, / And sets a blister there.

O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down, / And let me wring your heart, for so I shall, / If it be made of penetrable stuff;