All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Much rain wears the marble.

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.