What is more miserable than discontent?
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Men should be what they seem.