Better Three Hours Too Soon,

Drink Down All Unkindness.

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?

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.