The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer:

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

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.

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.