Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
There's daggers in men's smiles.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.