Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.