Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature’s plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee — devil!
