I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;  He only in a general honest thought And common good to all made one of them.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
Ungracious wretch, fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached!
These, indeed, seem; For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passes show—  These but the trappings and the suits of woe.