Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t.

To be or not to be: that is the question.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

What’s done is done.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.