“Men of few words are the best men."(3.2.41)”

“But men are men; the best sometimes forget.”

“Men in rage strike those that wish them best.”

“We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.”

“They say best men are molded out of faults,And, for the most, become much more the betterFor being a little bad”

“Let me have men about me that are fat,...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.”

“O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past”