This above all: to thine own self be true,

And it must follow, as the night the day,

Thou canst not then be false to any man."

- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.3

wheel,

I could never marry someone with the name Gertrude.

MMM Shakes Beer

One of my favorite lines from my favorite author. That entire play is dripping with notable quotes.

^ Yep..

wheel,

I thought Emitt Smith said that... hmmm

Get thee to a nunnery.

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? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action."

- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 3.1

wheel,,,

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NINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Kenneth Branaughghghgheugh version is the best one.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

scene 5

Had to study Hamlet about 6 months ago....Kenneth made it watchable at least.

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be:

For loan oft loses both itself and friend."

Polonius, scene iii

(and also for the OP, btw). 'Course Wheel knows that.

"The knave is absolute"

Hamlet, not sure of the scene..it was with gravediggers.

Then the second best soliloquy in the play....

How all occasions do inform against me,

And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

If his chief good and market of his time

Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason

To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple

Of thinking too precisely on the event,

A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom

And ever three parts coward, I do not know

Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'

Sith I have cause and will and strength and means

To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:

Witness this army of such mass and charge

Led by a delicate and tender prince,

Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd

Makes mouths at the invisible event,

Exposing what is mortal and unsure

To all that fortune, death and danger dare,

Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great

Is not to stir without great argument,

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw

When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,

That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

Excitements of my reason and my blood,

And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see

The imminent death of twenty thousand men,

That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,

Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot

Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

Which is not tomb enough and continent

To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Anyways, is somewhat cool to me.

fret

Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Act V, scene 1

¿Ser o no ser: que es la cuestión: si ' t es más noble en la mente a sufrir las hondas y flechas de escandaloso de la fortuna, O a tomar las armas contra un mar de problemas y por oponerse a fin les? A morir: a dormir; no más; y por un sueño para decir poner fin a la angustia y los choques naturales mil carne es heredero,-' t es un consumación devotamente a ser querido. ¿A morir, dormir; para dormir: acaso a soñar: ay, existe el problema: para en ese sueño de la muerte lo que los sueños pueden venir, cuando nos hemos baraja fuera esta bobina mortal, debe hacernos: existe el respeto que hace de la calamidad de tan larga vida; para que sufragaría los látigos y scorns de tiempo, mal del opresor, contumely del hombre orgulloso, los dolores de despreciaban amor, retraso de la ley, la insolencia de oficina y los spurns que paciente mérito de la toma indigno, cuando él mismo podría su hacer quieto con un bodkin desnuda? ¿Que fardels sufragaría, ronco y sudor bajo una vida cansada, pero que el temor de algo después de la muerte, el país sin descubrir, de cuya bourn no viajero devuelve, la voluntad de puzzles y nos hace más bien estos males que tenemos que marcha a otros que conocemos no?

Así conciencia hace cobardes de nosotros todos; Y por lo tanto el tono original de la resolución es sicklied o'er con la zona de residencia emitidos de pensamiento, Y las empresas de médula gran y de momento con esto respecto a su vez de las corrientes mal y perder el nombre de acción. "

-William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 3.1

JonR

Ay Cisco

Ay Pancho

I used to love to read classic literature UNTIL I was forced to muddle through Shakespeare. English **** cured me of that nasty habit. Canterbury Tales was a cakewalk by comparison.

Only other class I hated more was Latin- ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam...

^ Hmm.

Seminary or Med School ??

wheel,

Neither. Just a looooong misspent education, brother. Shoulda been a beachcomber or recluse mountain man.( ;

Beachcomber for sure,,

You can see Boobs on the beach..

lol

wheel,

LOL! See quite a few on the boards too!

^

true,,

but sandy boobs in real time are awesome...

lol

wheel,