Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown.

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

O hell! To choose love by another's eye.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2).