All The World's A Stage.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

The Past Is Prologue.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.