O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.