Life's but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour...
The lunatic the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact.
Come gentlemen I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
But O how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's...
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved...
To do a great right do a little wrong.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Fishes live in the sea as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.
Some are born great some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust...
Well if Fortune be a woman she's a good wench for this gear.
We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.
