For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

My stars shine darkly over me

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -