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?

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.