Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I came, saw, and overcame.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!