Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am
William ShakespearePassion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.
William ShakespeareMurder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
William ShakespeareLove's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
William ShakespeareWhy, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)
William Shakespeare