Death and Mortality Quotes in Hamlet

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

Had I but time,—as this fell sergeant, death, / Is strict in his arrest,—O, I could tell you,— / But let it be.

No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.

And a man's life's no more than to say 'One'.

Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric. I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

The point envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work.

A figure like your father, / Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie, / Appears before them, and with solemn march / Goes slow and stately by them