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 arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear