How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly,

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)