Fill all thy bones with aches.

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.