You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.