Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)