Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,--
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.
Why should a man whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
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.
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
He doth nothing but talk of his horse.
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
I dote on his very absence.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
