A man can die but once.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.