"He raised a sigh so piteous and profound as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being"
Ophelia to Polonius about Hamlet
"Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love"
Polonius reading a letter from Hamlet to Ophelia
"You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal-except my life, except my life, except my life."
"the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire"
"What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?"