How Soar Sweet Music Is,

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.