TO BE, or NOT to BE, THAT is THE QUESTION

Shakespeare's Birthplace

This is where the story began 

Dedication to my dearest friend Izabela Dziegieć who visited this lovely place with me

 “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
—Hamlet in Hamlet

 “From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.”
—Berowne in Love’s Labor’s Lost

 “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.”
—Escalus in Measure for Measure

 “The wheel is come full circle: I am here.”
—Edmund in King Lear

 “All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.”
—Jaques in As You Like It

 “I burn, I pine, I perish.”
—Lucentio in The Taming of the Shrew

 “This above all: to thine ownself be true.
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
—Polonius in Hamlet

  “Come, let’s away to prison;
We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news.”
—Lear in King Lear

  “They have been at a great feast of languages, and stol’n the scraps.”
—Moth in Love’s Labor’s Lost

 “I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.”
—Boy in Henry V

 “For your brother and my sister no sooner
met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they
loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner
sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no
sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.”
—Rosalind in As You Like It

 “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
—Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream

 “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.”
—Balthazar in Much Ado About Nothing

 “I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?”
—Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing

 “Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
—Cassius in Julius Caesar

  “Action is eloquence.”
—Volumnia in Coriolanus

 “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
—Macbeth in Macbeth

 “Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.”
—Macbeth in Macbeth

 “But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
—from “Sonnet 8”

 “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
—Malvolio in Twelfth Night

 “Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
—Juliet in Romeo and Juliet

 “Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest.”
—The Fool in King Lear

 “Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”
—Dauphin in Henry V

 “Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.”
—Lucio in Measure for Measure

 “The robb’d that smiles, steals something from the thief.”
—Duke of Venice in Othello

 “The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.”
—Claudio in Measure for Measure

 “Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.”
—Cordelia in King Lear

 “The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.”
—Touchstone in As You Like It

 “Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”
—Polonius in Hamlet

  We are such stuff. As dreams are made on, and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep.