And Make Death Proud To Take Us.

In Praising Antony I Have Dispraised Caesar.

All Strange And Terrible Events Are Welcome, But Comforts We Despise.

Fool! Don't You See Now That I Could Have Poisoned You A Hundred Times Had I Been Able To Live Without You.

Be It Known That We, The Greatest, Are Misthought.

My Honour Was Not Yielded, But Conquered Merely.