The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions littered in one day, And I the elder and more terrible, And Caesar shall go forth.
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily. Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy.
He is a lion That I am proud to hunt.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheel thee round!
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!
None but Antony Should conquer Antony.
We profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.