Hamlet: O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God, God,

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

–from Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2, lines 133-138 by William Shakespeare