All the world is a stage and we are merely players.

Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.

He was not so much brain as earwax

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Tis the mind that makes the body rich.