Tears Water Our Growth.

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?