It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.