Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.