Dear Kate$$$ you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of manners$$$ Kate.

There is a tide in the affairs of men.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Friends$$$ Romans$$$ countrymen$$$ lend me your ears.

Not that I loved Caesar less$$$ but that I loved Rome more.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.

Cowards die many times before their deaths$$$
The valiant never taste of death but once.

When beggars die there are no comets seen:
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods.

But$$$ for mine own part$$$ it was Greek to me.