Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
William ShakespeareHave more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.
William ShakespeareWhy, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. . . . . Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. . . . . Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
William Shakespeare