Death and Mortality Quotes in Hamlet

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, / The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, / The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay, / The insolence of office, and the spurns / That patient merit of the unworthy takes, / When he himself might his quietus make / With a bare bodkin?

Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: / When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, / Or in th’incestuous pleasure of his bed, / At gaming, swearing; or about some act / That has no relish of salvation in’t, / Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, / And that his soul may be as damn’d and black / As hell, whereto it goes.

Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing—

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

How stand I then, / That have a father kill’d, a mother stain’d, / Excitements of my reason and my blood, / And let all sleep, while to my shame I see / The imminent death of twenty thousand men / That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, / Go to their graves like beds,

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, / And therefore I forbid my tears.

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel, / So fast they follow.

I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers / Could not, with all their quantity of love, / Make up my sum.