Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

God grant us patience!

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.