1. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy.
  2. Sorrows are not singular as spies.
  3. Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.
  4. Let me be cruel, not unnatural. I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
  5. I knew him, Horatio- a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
    (I *just* realized this is where David Foster Wallace got the title)
  6. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all: believe none of us.
  7. But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
    Go off, Ophelia!
  8. Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star; this must not be.