Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
And nothing is, but what is not.
As good luck would have it.
The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.