There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.

Is not the truth the truth?

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

I would fain die a dry death.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

All the world's a stage.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.