1 Not that we love words better, as you do.
2 Good reasons must of force give place to better.
3 Caesar's better parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
4 Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
5 Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
6 Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible, Yea, get the better of them.
7 You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well.
8 This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
9 I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
10 This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us; So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence, whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.'