He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

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

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.