Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended. To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On. What Cannot Be Preserved When Fortune Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes. The Robb'd That Smiles Steals Something For The Thief; He Robs Himself That Spends A Bootless Grief.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.