Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than ever thou loved’st Cassius.
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.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
I am not gamesome: I do lack some part of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
