Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

For Brutus, As You Know, Was Caesar's Angel: Judge, O You Gods, How Dearly Caesar Loved Him! This Was The Most Unkindest Cut Of All

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.