So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr (Hamlet I.ii.

139-140) My fathers brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules (Hamlet I.ii.152-153) As never did the Cyclops hammers fall On Marss armor (Hamlet II.ii.445-446) Whats Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That should weep for her? (Hamlet II.ii.510-511) Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Till of this flat mountain you have made To oertop old Pelion or the skyish head Of blue Olympus (Hamlet V.i.225-226)