Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth moveDoubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love.
For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
See you now your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth; and thus do we of wisdom and of reach, with windlasses and with assays of bias, by indirections find directions out.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Turn hell-hound, turn.
Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But in the less foul profanation.
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