This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

For this relief, much thanks

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.