Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

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.