Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
All that glisters is not gold.Often you have heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?