The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii