Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.

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

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.