I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
All's well that ends well.
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.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
Streets flooded. Please advise.
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.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
All is well that ends well
Do all men kill the things they do not love?
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
It is not surprising that Venice is known above all for mirrors and glass since Venice is the most narcissistic city in the world, the city that celebrates self-mirroring.
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
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