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

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Farewell, fair cruelty.