The Will Of Man Is

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.