After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
Done to death by slanderous tongue
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all