Leave The Fishing-rod, Great General, To Us

I Will Not Be Triumphed Over.

My Honour Was Not Yielded, But Conquered Merely.

[at Marc Antony's Tomb:] Nothing Could Part Us In Life, But Now In Death We Are Likely To Change Places, You The Roman Lying Here In Egyptian Soil, And I, Helpless Woman That I Am, Being Buried In Italy.

Is He A Good Man?" "define 'good'.

In Praising Antony I Have Dispraised Caesar.