The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [191]
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan;
God ha’ mercy on his soul!
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [196]
His means of death, his obscure burial,
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [213]
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 5, l. [218]
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 77
No place, indeed should murder sanctuarize.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 127
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 167
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet
It is our trick, nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will.
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 186
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. 1