I Will Not Be Triumphed Over.

In Praising Antony I Have Dispraised Caesar.

Be It Known That We, The Greatest, Are Misthought.

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.

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