Ay, But To Die, And Go We

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.