Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen

Iago: She That Was Ever Fair And Never Proud, Had Tongue At Will And Yet Was Never Loud, Never Lack'd Gold And Yet Went Never Gay, Fled From Her Wish And Yet Said 'now I May,' She That Being Anger'd, Her Revenge Being Nigh, Bade Her Wrong Stay And Her Displeasure Fly, She That In Wisdom Never Was So Frail To Change The Cod's Head For The Salmon's Tail; She That Could Think And Ne'er Disclose Her Mind, See Suitors Following And Not Look Behind, She Was A Wight, If Ever Such Wight Were,-- Desdemona: To Do What? Iago: To Suckle Fools And Chronicle Small Beer.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.