But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
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.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
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William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man’s ingratitude.
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
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William Shakespeare ‘Measure for Measure’
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If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.