To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
One sin another doth provoke.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
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