'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.