Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

I was a coward on instinct.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.