The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;
I feel my heart new opened. O how wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

3

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

Act iv. Sc. 2.

He gave his honors to the world again,
His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading:
Lofty, and sour, to them that loved him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum-
Act iv. Sc. 2.

mer.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Act iii. Sc. 3

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to airy air.

I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Dar'st thou, Cassius, now

Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point? — Upon the word,
Accoutred as was, I plunged in,

And bade him follow.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble temper should

So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

Men at some time are masters of their fates;

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
Act i. Sc. 2

Let me have men about me, that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Act i. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
That could be moved to smile at any thing.

Act i. Sc. 2.

But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. Act ii, Sc. 1.

But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,

says,

he does; being then most flattered.

He

Act ii. Sc. 1.

You are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

Act ii. Sc. 1,

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of

princes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

The choice and master spirits of this age.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Though last, not least, in love.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

Act iii, Sc. 1.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for

my cause; and be silent that you may hear.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak for him have I offended.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

The evil that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Act iii. Sc. 2.