What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

Methinks I Am A Prophet New Inspired And Thus, Expiring, Do Foretell Of Him: His Rash Fierce Blaze Of Riot Cannot Last, For Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves; Small Show'rs Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast Betimes; With Eager Feeding Doth Choke The Feeder; Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

Assure Thee, If I Do Vow A Friendship, I'll Perform It To The Last Article." --othello, Act Iii, Scene Iii