There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.