Beware the ides of March.
Cowards die many times before their deaths.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Et tu, Brute?
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
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