Done to death by slanderous tongue

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Ingratitude is monstrous.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.