To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

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

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.