"Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings."

"I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you."

"Striving to better, oft we mar what's well."

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

"I am not an ass, though I wear a fool's coat."