Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича на дедектив.

“What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s oce…”

“Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and length…”

“The oldest hath borne most; we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live …”

“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have th…”