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1 " Of all the wonders that I have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.(Act II, Scene 2) "
― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar
2 " His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN! "
3 " Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones "
4 " Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come "
5 " O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! "
6 " Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves. "
7 " Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! "
8 " The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power. "
9 " O that a man might knowThe end of this day's business ere it come!But it sufficeth that the day will endAnd then the end is known. "
10 " He reads much;He is a great observer and he looksQuite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortAs if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spiritThat could be moved to smile at any thing.Such men as he be never at heart's easeWhiles they behold a greater than themselves,And therefore are they very dangerous. "
11 " I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony. "
12 " Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus, and we petty menWalk under his huge legs and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonorable graves.Men at some time are masters of their fates.The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our starsBut in ourselves, that we are underlings. "
13 " The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,They are all fire and every one doth shine "
14 " I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? "
15 " As I love the name of honour more than I fear death. "
16 " The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves. "
17 " And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of. "
18 " But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. "
19 " Must I observe you? Must I stand & crouchUnder your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom ofyour spleen,Though it do split you, for, from thisday forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea,for my laughter, when you are waspish. "
20 " You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,Knew you not Pompey? "