They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.