“Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.”

“The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.”

“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones”

“There is some soul of goodness in things evil,Would men observingly distill it out.”

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”

“For it falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,Why, then we rack the value, then we findThe virtue that possession would not show usWhile it was ours.”

“You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot soinoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.”