What must be shall be.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!