Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.