This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.

The Play's The Thing.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.