JULIUS CAESAR. William Shakespeare

       He only, in a general-honest thought

       And common good to all, made one of them.

       His life was gentle; and the elements

       So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up

       And say to all the world, “This was a man!”

       OCTAVIUS.

       According to his virtue let us use him

       With all respect and rites of burial.

       Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,

       Most like a soldier, order’d honorably.—

       So, call the field to rest; and let’s away,

       To part the glories of this happy day.

       [Exeunt.]