LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
Act v. Sc. 1.
He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his
argument.
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Act i. Sc. 1.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm
within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Act i. Sc. 1.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Act i, Sc. 1.
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.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,
Act i. Sc. 3.
Many a time, and oft,
the Rialto, have you rated me.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Act ii, Sc. 6.
All things that are,
Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.
Act ii. Sc. 7.
All that glisters is not gold.
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