Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Now is the winter of our discontent.

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.

There is flattery in friendship.

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?