To Be, Or Not To Be, That

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear Of Him That Hears It, Never In The Tongue Of Him That Makes It.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.