There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

The Play's The Thing.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!