We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.