Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.