O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI)
The cunning livery of hell.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he.
A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
Patch up thine old body for heaven.