No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

Who can control his fate?

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.

The play's the thing.