For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So

Care For Us! True, Indeed! They Ne'er Cared For Us Yet: Suffer Us To Famish, And Their Storehouses Crammed With Grain; Make Edicts For Usury, To Support Usurers; Repeal Daily Any Wholesome Act Established Against The Rich, And Provide More Piercing Statutes Daily To Chain Up And Restrain The Poor. If The Wars Eat Us Not Up, They Will; And There's All The Love They Bear Us.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.