Some rise by sin…

Screw your courage…

All the world’s a stage…

What, my dear Lady Disdain !

We are such stuff as dreams are made on…

Nymph, in thy orisons…

For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time

Therein the patient…

If it were done when ’tis done…

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow…