Death Is A Fearful Thing.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil