Come, my spade; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.
What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!
OPHELIA: Still better, and worse.
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?
Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.