Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Let no such man be trusted.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

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

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.