Careful Words

caesar (n.)

  Go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry Caesar and his fortunes in your boat.

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Life of Caesar.

I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Omar Khayyam (1048-1131): Rubáiyát. Stanza xix.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

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.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

  Caesar had his Brutus; Charles the First, his Cromwell; and George the Third ["Treason!" cried the Speaker]—may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.

Patrick Henry (1736-1799): Speech in the Virginia Convention, 1765.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.


ROBERT BROWNING.  1812-1890.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Put a tongue

In every wound of Caesar that should move

The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

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

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Thy steady temper, Portius,

Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar,

In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Cato. Act i. Sc. 1.

  Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's.

New Testament: Matthew xxii. 21.

Conjure with 'em,—

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.

Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

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!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Conjure with 'em,—

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.

Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

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!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;

And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels

Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.

In parts superior what advantage lies?

Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?

'T is but to know how little can be known;

To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,

And none so poor to do him reverence.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

  Go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry Caesar and his fortunes in your boat.

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Life of Caesar.