If I Lose My Honor, I Lose

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounced It To You-trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines. Nor Do Not Saw The Air Too Much With Your Hand, Thus, But Use All Gently; For In The Very Torrent, Tempest, And As I May Say, The Whirlwind Of Your Passion, You Must Acquire And Beget A Temperance That May Give It Smoothness.