That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

Policy sits above conscience.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.