But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.

Every fair from fair sometime declines