“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that livesmust die,Passing through nature to eternity.”
“Here lies awretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:Seek not my name: a plague consume you wickedcaitiffs left!Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and staynot here thy gait.”
“There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”
“Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.”
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.”
“We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.”