All the world’s a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else!
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. …
We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.