When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

My love admits no qualifying dross

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Beware the ides of March.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.