We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.