The Rain, It Raineth Every

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.