When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.

In jest, there is truth.