Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

“There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murder in this loaths…”

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with ou…”

“By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.”

“Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven…”