Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on

The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king

Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor wi

And in it have I put the ark, wherein is the covenant of the LORD, that he made with the children of Israel.

By heaven, he echoes me,As if there were some monster in his thoughtToo hideous to be shown.