Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
What is the city but the people?
There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
Make passionate my sense of hearing.