Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance

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.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!