O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.