Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!