The Shakespeare tattoo.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
– Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act I, sc. iii
“She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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
– Shakespeare’s Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)