Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide them all

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!

Though he is small, he is but fierce.

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!