All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
The play's the thing.
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.