I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever