A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
There's many a man hath more hair than wit.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
Thy friendship makes us fresh.
Falsehood falsehood cures