Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.