William Shakespeare Letters Quotations

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.

Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first.