Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

To you your father should be as a god.

We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.