No, these are not lines delivered by Captain Shakespeare. These are lines from well-known works of William Shakespeare, otherwise known as "The Bard". I will start with three but there is more to follow.
From Macbeth:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow.
A poor player that struts and frets
his hour upon the stage, and then
is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
From Hamlet:
To die—to sleep no more;
and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to:
'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause—there's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life.
From Romeo And Juliet:
What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called.
