O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked,

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

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.