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.

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.

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.

What wound did ever heal but my degrees?

What wound did ever heal but my degrees?

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

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

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.

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.

The wound is for you, but the pain is for me.
[Fr., La blessure est pour vous, la douleur read more

The wound is for you, but the pain is for me.
[Fr., La blessure est pour vous, la douleur est pour moi.]