Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.