Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

The prize of all too precious you.

The time is out of joint.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

Every great drama has its foreshadow.