Yet if my name were liable to fear
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.—He reads much.
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music,
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart’s ease