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

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.