Hamlet: What have you, my good friends, deserv'd at the hands of
Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?
Guildenstern:Prison, my lord?
Hamlet: Denmark's a prison.
Rosencrantz:Then is the world one.
Hamlet :A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and
dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.
Rosencrantz: We think not so, my lord.
Hamlet: Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or
bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act II, sc. ii, 239–251.
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