My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

And Caesar shall go forth.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.