Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

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.

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.