William Shakespeare

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottage princes’ palaces.

But men are men the best sometimes forget.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

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.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.

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

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

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.