Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.