All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.