"The jewel that we find, we stoop and take’t, Because we see it; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it."
"ANGELO Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoiled name, th'austereness of my life, My vouch against you, and my place i'th'state, Will so your accusation overweigh That you shall stifle in your own report And smell of calumny."