Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all,--to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.

for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable!

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

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions!