Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
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?
England is safe, if true within itself.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.