He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

The due of honor in no point omit.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.