The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.
The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.
See you now your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth; and thus do we of wisdom and of reach, with windlasses and with assays of bias, by indirections find directions out.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.