William Shakespeare

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep_x000D_ _x000D_ That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd_x000D_ _x000D_ So many English kings.