O, why should nature build so foul a den, Unless the gods delight in tragedies?
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Who doth molest my contemplation?
I'll teach you differences.
Hamlet. 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?
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.