To be, or not to be, that is the question: 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: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

Sweets to the sweet.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

Friendship is full of dregs.

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.