Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
Good wine needs no bush.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.