Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument But Let The Matter Drop.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.