William Shakespeare Quotes About Ophelia
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
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I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
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If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
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Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
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Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
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This above all; to thine own self be true.
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God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
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You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
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He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
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Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
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Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
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Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
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Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
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Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
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Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
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From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.
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Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
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