The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.