I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

All the world's a stage.

CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.