Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

Give your sorrow words. The grief that does not speak builds up softly in the heart, and bids it break.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

Love is not love which alters when it alterations finds. Sonnet 116

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

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