Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

For mine own part, it was Greek to me.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

There's a time for all things.