No, I Will Be The Pattern Of

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.