With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e’en impossible, experience oft — William Shakespeare
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach. — William Shakespeare
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. — William Shakespeare
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. — William Shakespeare
QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you — William Shakespeare
You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both. — William Shakespeare