Beware The Ides Of March.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.