And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story

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.