Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a...
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Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now your gambols, your songs your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now, to mock your own grinning Quite chap-fallen Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
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Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port; but know he finds, I fancy, if Emperors hear the truth, that his fleet suffers more in a night than ours in one year.
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?
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Thank God, I have done my duty. Kiss me, Hardy.
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Alas, poor Yorick I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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Now I can do no more. We must trust to the Great Disposer of all events and the justice of our cause. I thank God for this opportunity of doing my duty.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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Desperate affairs require desperate remedies.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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