Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
we are the lords of all eternity
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.