Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

There is flattery in friendship.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

I was born free as Caesar; so were you