To fear the worst oft cures the worst.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
The wheel is come full circle.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
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