When Hamlet says "O that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew."
LIfe is an unweeded garden
Horatio says, "This bodes some strange erruption to our state."
Hamlet turns to the audience and says "A little more than kin and less than kind."
I am too much i' the sun.
Hyperion to a satyr
She followed my poor father's body like Niobe.
the porches of my ears
the part of the play when the ghost makes the revelation of King's Hamlet's murder
the part of the play when the ghost appears on the battlements
Do not as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven . . . while himself the primrose path of dalliance treads