“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.” -Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2. “Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home. She dreamt tonight she saw my statue, Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, Did run pure blood.” “Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men groaning for burial.” “Et tu, Brute?” “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” “His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a Man!” “Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.” “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interrèd with their bones. So let it be with Caesar.” “When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.” “When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.” “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”