Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.