Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Let us kill all lawyers