Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself

Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows Us A Man: They Are All But Stomachs, And We All But Food; They Eat Us Hungerly, And When They Are Full They Belch Us.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.