To be or not to be: that is the question.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in t.
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon em.
If music be the food of love, play on.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Now is the winter of our discontent.