I Am Falser Than Vows Made In

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

Sweets To The Sweet.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.