'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

And Caesar shall go forth.