Body Police
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
-Hamlet,
Act I, Scene iii

The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
-Hamlet,
Act I, Scene iii

May one be pardoned and retain th’ offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law.
–Hamlet,
Act III, Scene iii
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
–Hamlet,
Act I, Scene v
I am pigeon-liver’d and lack gall.
-Hamlet,
Act II, Scene ii

The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word
–Hamlet,
Act III, Scene i

If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool;
for wise men know well enough what monsters
you make of them.
-Hamlet,
Act III, Scene i