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...

Hamlet: To die, to sleep --
No more, and by 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 tp dream. Ay, there's the rub...
Soft you, now,
The fair Ophelia!

Hamlet: Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

Ophelia: My lord, I have remembrances of yours 
THat I have longed long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.

Hamlet: No, no, I never gave you ought.

Ophelia: My honored lord, you know right well you did.

Hamlet: Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

Hamlet: I have heard of your paintings, too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you makes yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't. It hath made me mad.

Hamlet:  I say we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already -- all but one -- shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

Ophelia: O what a noble mind is here o'erthown!
O woe is me,
T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Claudius: Love? His affections do not that way tend.
He shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must no unwatched so.