You Are Made Rather To Wonder At

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!