Oppress’d with two weak evils, age and hunger.

Let us make an honourable retreat.

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

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;

Since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

True is it that we have seen better days.