I Dare Do All That May Become

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.