Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Take pains. Be perfect.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!