Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

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

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.