The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!