At This Hour Lie At My Mercy

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.