To Be, Or Not To Be, That

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.