Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.