The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.
Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.