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.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

More matter with less art.

Season your admiration for a while.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

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!