Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.