What Is Past Is Prologue.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

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

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!