Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.