What mare's nest hast thou found?

What mare's nest hast thou found?

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

The open door tempts a saint.

The open door tempts a saint.

Do not waste bricks. (Waste your labor.)
[Lat., Ne laterum laves.]

Do not waste bricks. (Waste your labor.)
[Lat., Ne laterum laves.]

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

Which he by hook or crook has gather'd
And by his own inventions father'd.

Which he by hook or crook has gather'd
And by his own inventions father'd.

Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.

Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.

Caesar's wife should be above suspicion.

Caesar's wife should be above suspicion.