Love Is Heavy And Light, Bright And

Plutus Himself, That Knows The Tinct And Multiplying Med'cine, Hath Not In Nature's Mystery More Science Than I Have In This Ring.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

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.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.