How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.