I had as lief have been myself alone.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

There is nothing serious in Mortality

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.