Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.