I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.