Listen to many$$$ speak to a few.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Though this be madness$$$ yet there is method in't.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth$$$ Horatio$$$ than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

To die$$$ to sleep -
To sleep$$$ perchance to dream - ay$$$ there's the rub$$$
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

This above all: to thine own self be true.

There is nothing either good or bad$$$ but thinking makes it so.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises$$$ jealousies$$$ conjectures
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads$$$
The still-discordant wavering multitude$$$
Can play upon it.

Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confined! Let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a ling’ring act.