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• All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act v, Sc.
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• The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...