For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will"?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
