There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.