Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. . . . . Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. . . . . Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.