A pair of tribunes that have wrecked fair Rome to make coals cheap - a noble memory!
I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
For in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.