Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes