Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
O father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven.
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
An honest exceeding poor man.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
In the twinkling of an eye.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.
All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
Must I hold a candle to my shames?
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
All that glisters is not gold.
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
Even in the force and road of casualty.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
