To be or not to be that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them?
When that the poor have cried Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man.
What cannot be avoided t'were childish weakness to lament or fear.
There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...
Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
What cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
They say best men are molded out of faults,
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;Who, though they cannot answer my distress,Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,For that they will not intercept my tale:When I do weep, they hu...
There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud, leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their livesare bound in shallows and in miseries
There is a tide in the affairs of menWhich, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;Omitted, all the voyage of their lifeIs bound in shallows and in miseries.On such a full sea are we now afloat;And w...
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinchWhich hurts and is desired.
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt out quaint spirits.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying...
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, for both are infinite.