No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

King Henry: But What A Point, My Lord, Your Falcon Made, And What A Pitch She Flew Above The Rest! To See How God In All His Creatures Works! Yea, Man And Birds Are Fain Of Climbing High. Suffolk: No Marvel, An It Like Your Majesty, My Lord Protectors Hawks Do Tower So Well; They Know Their Masters Loves To Be Aloft, And Bears His Thoughts Above His Falcon's Pitch. Gloucester: My Lord, 'tis But A Base Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.