All The World's A Stage.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.