A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
Let him smell his way to Dover!
Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?