Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

Iago's soliloquy—the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity—how awful it is!

Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret? Then only might'st thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight.