That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
William ShakespeareAs in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
William Shakespeare