You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

“Happy are those who hear their detractions and can put them to mending.”

“Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorro…”

“I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did …”

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”