I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
You have witchcraft in your lips
There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?