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
Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.