I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.

What wound did ever heal but my degrees?

What wound did ever heal but my degrees?

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch read more

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
[Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]

And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands?
Then he shall answer, Those with read more

And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands?
Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house
of my friends.

How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

How he in peace is wounded, not in war.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
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Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the read more

The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst.

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught read more

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears.