Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

There is flattery in friendship.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

We cannot all be masters.