English playwright, poet, and actor
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
What's done can't be undone.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.