Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.