Highly fed and lowly taught.

“For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesa…”

“Um tolo acha que ele é sábio, mas o homem sábio sabe que é um tolo.”

“Why, why is this?Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,To follow still the …”

“Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”