I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw and overcame".

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon Than such a Roman.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

He who undervalues himself is justly overvalued by others.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit

But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament