Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

For what I will, I will, and there an end.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.