To Take Arms Against A Sea Of

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

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!