It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.