I Know A Lady In Venice Would

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.