Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

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.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.