Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Come give us a taste of your quality.
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.