Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave!

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.