Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

By that sin fell the angels.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

Well, honor is the subject of my story.