Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
William ShakespeareThis thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
William ShakespeareWhat is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.
William Shakespeare