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.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

Oh what fools we mortals are.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.