Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?