Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Watch out: she might bobbitt you as you sleep.

1886 October – 1887 January, H[enry] Rider Haggard, “The coral faded even from her lips, till they were as white as Leo's face, and quivered pitifully.”, in She: A History of Adventure, London: Longmans, Green, and Co., published 1887, OCLC 1167497017:

But if the natural carnivory of other species counts for something, why not the natural carnivory of Homo sapiens […] ?