I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.

“More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:The setting sun, and music a…”

“No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,But by reflection, by some other thing…”

“My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.”

“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.”