Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
When we are born, we cry that we have come to this stage of fools
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Love's not love when it is mingled with regards that stand aloof from the entire point.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
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