All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.