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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
    My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
    Dead, for a ducat, dead!
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    False as dicers’ oaths.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    A rhapsody of words.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    What act
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    At your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it ’s humble.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.
    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
          Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.