If Fortune Torments Me, Hope

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

I Am One, Sir, That Comes To Tell You Your Daughter And The Moor Are Now Making The Beast With Two Backs.(iago,acti,scenei)

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.