Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

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.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh when a son gives to his father, both cry.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.