Presume not that I am the thing I was.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.