When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

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

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.