Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act v, Sc. 1

A ministering angel shall my sister be. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc.
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Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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A politician,... one that would circumvent God. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc.
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Cudgel thy brains no more about it. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc.
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Has this fellow no feeling of his business? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc.
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One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
Sweets to the sweet: farewell! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...