There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.