Leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 5
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 5
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From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII ... - I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.... - Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v,... - Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i,... - One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v,... - Nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv... - What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii... - O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.... - And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself
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William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i,...
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