I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
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.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.