Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

I Am One, Sir, That Comes To Tell You Your Daughter And The Moor Are Now Making The Beast With Two Backs.(iago,acti,scenei)

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.