Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

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

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Fill all thy bones with aches.