It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
I am a feather for each wind that blows
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.