Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

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

A Man Can Die But Once.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.