To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.