And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.