All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
For this relief, much thanks
What, can the devil speak true?
Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!