William Shakespeare Denmark Quotations

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.