You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
How low am I, thou painted maypole?
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.
He kills her in her own humor.
Sin will pluck on sin.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.