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We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

What is past is prologue.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

What's done can't be undone.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.