Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It;

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.