Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

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)

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.