It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

She's good, being gone.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.