Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward,

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.