The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer:

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.