O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father's lifeNow wears his crown.

Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

They do not love that do not show their love.