To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.
The present eye praises the present object.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.