To Be, Or Not To Be, That

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.