And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.