O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. (Act 5, Scene 2).
The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.
Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
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