When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror