As Flies To Wanton Boys,

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse