There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)

Such as we are made of, such we be.

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.