For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

All offences come from the heart.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.