He Was A Man, Take Him For

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.