Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
We will have rings and things and fine array
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)