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?
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Romeo and Juliet, 2:2
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night, 2:5
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt
of in your philosophy.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
As You Like It, 2:7
All that glisters is not gold.
The Merchant of Venice, 2:7
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste
of death but once.
Julius Caesar, 2:2
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with
Julius Caesar, 3:2
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest 4:1