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.
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.
Streets flooded. Please advise.
Wherever you go in life, you will feel somewhere over your shoulder a pink, castellated shimmering presence, the domes and riggings and crooked pinacles of the Serenissima
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.
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!
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
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.
All's well that ends well.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
All is well that ends well
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Do all men kill the things they do not love?
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
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.
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
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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