"O, wither’d is the garland of the war! The soldier’s pole is fall'n; young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon."

"The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!"

"Good sirs, take heart: — We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold. — Ah, women, women! — come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end."

"O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me."

"This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes."

"Let the world rank me in register A master-leaver and a fugitive: O Antony! O Antony!"

"The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack"

"Now I'll set my teeth, And send to darkness all that stop me."

"You have been a boggler ever."

"It is my birth-day: I had thought to have held it poor: but, since my lord Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra."

"To the boy Caesar send this grizzled head, And he will fill thy wishes to the brim With principalities."

"Men’s judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike."

"Celerity is never more admir'd than by the negligent."

"Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure."

"In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read."

"He was dispos'd to mirth; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him."

"Antony, leave thy lascivious wassails."

"Give me to drink mandragora."

"I was A morsel for a monarch."

"My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then!"

"If I knew What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge O' the world I would pursue it."

"The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description."

"I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule."

"If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens When he shines by."

"You are abused Beyond the mark of thought: and the high gods, To do you justice, make them ministers Of us and those that love you."

"Observe how Antony becomes his flaw"

"Mine honesty and I begin to square."

"Tell him, he wears the rose Of youth upon him."

"Authority melts from me: of late, when I cried 'Ho!' Like boys unto a muss, kings would start forth, And cry 'Your will?' Have you no ears? I am Antony yet."

"You were half blasted ere I knew you"

"Get thee back to Caesar, Tell him thy entertainment: look, thou say He makes me angry with him; for he seems Proud and disdainful, harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was: he makes me angry."

"Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!"

"He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat, Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge."

"To business that we love we rise betime, And go to ’t with delight."

"The time of universal peace is near."

"The shirt of Nessus is upon me."

"Charmain: Be comforted, dear madam. Cleopatra: No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great."

"Antony: Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs? They are black vesper's pageants. Enorbarbus: Ay, my lord. Antony: That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water."

"Since Cleopatra died, I have liv’d in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness."

"I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here impórtune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips."

"I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe."

"For his bounty, There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was, That grew the more by reaping."

"Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breath, Rank with gross diet, shall we be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour."

"Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring!"

"I wish you joy o' the worm."

"I have Immortal longings in me."

"I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life."

"The death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world."