Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 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.
Tag: Julius Caesar
For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
Beware the ides of March.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Veni, vidi, vici.[I came, I saw, I conquered]
Et tu, Brute.[You also, Brutus.]
It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
Men willingly believe what they wish.