O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. – William Shakespeare

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! – William Shakespeare
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. – William Shakespeare
Come, lets have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Lets mock the midnight bell. – William Shakespeare
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. – William Shakespeare