Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.
That he should weep for her?
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
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?
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Hamlet: Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.