If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!
Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.