Put money in thy purse. . . . If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and supersubtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her. Therefore, make money. As asses are. The divine Desdemona.
Every inordinate cup is unblest, and the ingredient is a devil.
As I do now. I like not that. The meat it feeds on. . . . For others' uses. As proofs of Holy Writ. . . .