I understand a fury in your words,But not the words.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!It is the green-eyed monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
I am not merry; but I do beguileThe thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.