The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.