There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
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: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
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