Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!