He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.
It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.
The subject of a good tragedy must not be realistic.
Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!
Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.
To myself alone do I owe my fame.