“O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!”

“Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father, And kept his credit with his purse, Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks, But Timon's silver treads upon his lip; And yet — O, see the monstrousness of man When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!— He does deny him, in respect of his, What charitable men afford to beggars.”

“O, what men dare do!”

“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

“O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !”

“I'll lock thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!”

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)”