She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

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.

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.