O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.
... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.