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?
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
The hideous god of war.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.