All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

Patch grief with proverbs.