CAESAR
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Caesar, in modesty mixed with greatness, did for his pleasure apply. the name of a Commentary to the best history of the world.—BACON, Advancement of Learning
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Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God's.—Bible, Matthew 22:21
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What millions died—that Caesar might be great!—THOMAS CAMPBELL, The Pleasures of Hope
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Every woman's man and every man's woman.—CURIO, of Julius Caesar: Suetonius
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The assassination of Julius Caesar was not in good taste.—GOETHE
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"It is not," said Caesar, "these well-fed, long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry looking"; meaning Brutus and Cassius, by whose conspiracy he afterwards fell.—PLUTARCH, Lives
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Caesar once, seeing some wealthy strangers at Rome, carrying up and down with them in their arms and bosoms young puppy-dogs and monkeys, embracing and making much of them, took occasion not unnaturally to ask whether the women in their country were not used to bear children.—PLUTARCH, Lives
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When asked why he parted with his wife, Caesar replied, "I wished my wife to be not so much as suspected."—PLUTARCH, Lives
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Caesar's wife must be above suspicion.—PLUTARCH, Lives
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Hail Caesar, those who are about to die salute thee!—Salutation of the Gladiators
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There be many Caesars,
Ere such another Julius.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet
Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues
Be theme and hearing ever.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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Caesar's ambition,
Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch
The sides o' the world.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius f ell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeal and gibber in the Roman streets.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
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No bending knee will call thee Caesar now.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI
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Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Great Caesar fell.
O! what a fall was there, my countrymen;
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.—SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar
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Caesar had perished from the world of men,
Had not his sword been rescued by his pen.—HENRY VAUGHAN, On Sir Thomas Bodley's Library
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