How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
So shines a good deed... in a weary world.
In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.
These blessed candles of the night.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit; As who should say, I am sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
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