Guess the word! (Emoji Edition)

[PheonixKingZ]

A harder one.

 

[Fishmanic]

right up your alley
or
right up your street

 

[PheonixKingZ]

right up your alley

Dang, good job! Thought the city emoji would throw people off since there wasn’t anything specific for alley.

 

[Fishmanic]

i would consider this one to be relatively easy

 

[PheonixKingZ]

i would consider this one to be relatively easy

Clock bee canoe square knot camel bee?

 

[Fishmanic]

Nope

 

[Fishmanic]

hint
famous literary quote

 

[FishandBirdLover]

i would consider this one to be relatively easy

Work hard like the bee and the camel

IDK lol

 

[FishandBirdLover]

The busy bee has no time for sorrow?

 

[Fishmanic]

you are going to kick yourself when you find out what it is.....it is
so easy!

 

[FishandBirdLover]

i would consider this one to be relatively easy

Waste no time in tieing the knot

 

[Fishmanic]

nope... it's a very famous literary quote

 

[jaylach]

i would consider this one to be relatively easy

"To be or not to be"

 

[Fishmanic]

Yes we have a winner!
Shakespeare would be very proud of you

(from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet)

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. 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.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action

 

[Fishmanic]

@jaylach
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