I Will Not Be Triumphed Over.

Leave The Fishing-rod, Great General, To Us Sovereigns Of Pharos And Canopus. Your Game Is Cities And Kings And Continents.

Is He A Good Man?" "define 'good'.

[at Marc Antony's Tomb:] Nothing Could Part Us In Life, But Now In Death We Are Likely To Change Places, You The Roman Lying Here In Egyptian Soil, And I, Helpless Woman That I Am, Being Buried In Italy.

My Honour Was Not Yielded, But Conquered Merely.

Fool! Don't You See Now That I Could Have Poisoned You A Hundred Times Had I Been Able To Live Without You.