All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.
Appetite, a universal wolf.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!