Full Fathom Five Thy Father

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.