Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

I came, saw, and overcame.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, She that in wisdom never was so frail To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following and not look behind, She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- DESDEMONA: To do what? IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.