All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
One man in his time plays many parts.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Full of wise saws and modern instances.
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
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