After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
- The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
- The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
- 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.
- Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.