Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

Women may fail when there is no strength in man

I began with the desire to speak with the dead.

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

No one yet has managed to be post-Shakespearean.

No one has yet managed to be post-Shakespearean.

Everybody needs a career manager."- Lady Macbeth