I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

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.