O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold my heart: And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe.
Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, that youth and observation copied there, and thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain, unmix’d with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! ….
Hamlet Script, 105 from Hamlet , Princes of Denmark.