How every fool can play upon the word!

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.