How well are they that die ere they be | Grapple them to thy soul with hooks o born, steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertain ment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: This above all-to thine own self be true; For in that sleep of death what dreams | A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal A combination, and a form, indeed, HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON HIS Bring with thee airs from heaven, or Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't;-Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,[of reason, heaven! a beast, that wants discourse Would have mourn'd longer,--married with my uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. HAMLET'S ADDRESS TO HIS FATHER'S GHOST. ANGELS and ministers of grace defend us! ethou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again! What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, steel, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, So horribly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? your ears: I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious: Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. I found it in his closet,-tis his will; He was my friend, faithful and just to (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious? And Brutus is an honourable man. read), |