Corruption and Decay Quotes in Hamlet

Frailty, thy name is woman!

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Ay marry is’t; / And to my mind, though I am native here, / And to the manner born, it is a custom / More honour’d in the breach than the observance.

The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, / That ever I was born to set it right.

The serpent that did sting thy father’s life / Now wears his crown.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; / But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Denmark's a prison.

The lady protests too much, methinks.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.