Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
What's past is prologue.
To sleep! perchance to dream ay there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause.
I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
Every why hath a wherefore.
The worst is not sSo long as we can say "This is the worst."
Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
One man in his time plays many parts.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Ay sir to be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
The fool doth think he is wise but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Fairies black grey green and white You moonshine revellers and shades of night.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their cur...
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight.
Live by the words of intelligence endured..F@&$ IT!