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- Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed
- All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold.
- All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their enterances, And one man in his time plays many parts.
- Alonso: a kind Of excellent dumb discourse
- A man I am cross'd with adversity.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06