O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?