A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon t >>
He is not great who is not greatly good. >>
Let's not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone. >>
Men hate the individual whom they call avaricious only because nothing >>
Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear. >>
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; >>
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.