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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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<strong>The</strong>re is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers and grave-makers; they hold up Adam’s<br />

pr<strong>of</strong>ession.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [32]<br />

First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the<br />

carpenter?<br />

Second Clown: <strong>The</strong> gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [44]<br />

Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [61]<br />

<strong>The</strong> houses that he makes last till doomsday.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [64]<br />

This might be the pate <strong>of</strong> a politician...one that would circumvent God, might it not?<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [84]<br />

How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [147]<br />

<strong>The</strong> age is grown so picked that the toe <strong>of</strong> the peasant comes so near the heel <strong>of</strong> the courtier, he<br />

galls his kibe.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [150]<br />

First Clown: He that is mad, and sent into England.<br />

Hamlet: Ay, marry; why was he sent into England?<br />

First Clown: Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or, if he do not, ’tis no<br />

great matter there.<br />

Hamlet: Why?<br />

First Clown: ’Twill not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [160]<br />

Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow <strong>of</strong> infinite jest, <strong>of</strong> most excellent fancy; he<br />

hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my<br />

gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how <strong>of</strong>t. Where be your gibes<br />

now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes <strong>of</strong> merriment, that were wont to set the table on a<br />

roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s<br />

chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at<br />

that.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [201]<br />

To what base uses we may return, Horatio!<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [222]<br />

Imperious Caesar, dead, and turned to clay,<br />

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.<br />

‘Hamlet’ (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [235]<br />

Lay her i’ the earth;<br />

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

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