She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

I Am One, Sir, That Comes To Tell You Your Daughter And The Moor Are Now Making The Beast With Two Backs.(iago,acti,scenei)

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.