Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

The Hideous God Of War.