Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

all that lives must die, 75 Passing through nature to eternity.

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

‘Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; 125 Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks;

To be, or not to be,—that is the question:—