What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.