Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not
Tears water our growth.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?