Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
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.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.