All the world`s a stage and all the men and women merely pants. Pants have their exits and their entrances and one pant(s) in his time plays many parts. His pants being seven ages.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether `tis nobler in the pants to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous pants. Or to take arms against the sea of pants and by opposing ...(I`ve forgotten the word - win?) them.
My faint spirit is sitting in the light of thy pants, my love.
It`s panting for thee like the hind at noon for the pants, my love.
Don`t go gentle into that good pants,
rage, rage against the dying of the pants!
Just some quotes that came to my mind at the moment....