But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.

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

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas