Merchant Of Venice Quotes

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

The man that hath no music in himself

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

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

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

The quality of mercy is not strained

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

All that glitters is not gold.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

There is a big difference between The Merchant of Venice and a photograph of two males of different races in an erotic pose on a marble table top.

You travel the world, you go see different things. I like to see Shakespeare plays, so I'll go - I mean, even if it's in a different language. I don't care, I just like Shakespeare, you know. I've seen Othello and Hamlet and Merchant of Venice over the years, and some versions are better than others. Way better. It's like hearing a bad version of a song. But then somewhere else, somebody has a great version.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

So shines a good deed... in a weary world.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

These blessed candles of the night.

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

All that glisters is not gold.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example?

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

All's well that ends well.