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

Ibid.

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. He doth nothing but talk of his horse. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

Ibid.

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

I dote on his very absence.

Ibid.

Ibid.

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

Sc. 3.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be landrats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.

Ibid.

I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart:

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! .
Many a time and oft

Ibid.

In the Rialto you have rated me.

Ibid.

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

Ibid.

You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,

And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.

Ibid.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.

Ibid.

For when did friendship take

A breed for barren metal of his friend?

Ibid.

O father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect

The thoughts of others!

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

Mislike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven.

Sc. 2.

The very staff of my age, my very prop.

Ibid.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Ibid.

An honest exceeding poor man.

Ibid.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

Ibid.

In the twinkling of an eye.

Ibid.

And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.

Sc. 5.

All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

How like a younker or a prodigal

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,

With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,

Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!

Sc. 6.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.1

The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9.

If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

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

Ibid.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Ibid.

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

Makes a swan-like end,

Ibid.

Fading in music.2

Tell me where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Ibia.

The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.

Ibid.

See Heywood, page 10.

2 I will play the swan and die in music. - Othello, act v. sc. 2.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.

King John, act r. sc. 7.

There, swan-like, let me sing and die. - BYRON : Don Juan, canto iii. st. 86.

You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.- SOCRATES: In Phaedo, 77.

An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;

Happy in this, she is not yet so old

But she may learn.1

The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words

That ever blotted paper!

Ibid.

The kindest man,

The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit

In doing courtesies.

Ibid.

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.2

Sc. 5.

Let it serve for table-talk.

Ibid.

A harmless necessary cat.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Ibid.

I am a tainted wether of the flock,

Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit

Drops earliest to the ground.

Ibid.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

Ibid.

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.
"T is mightiest in the mightiest it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God's,

1 It is better to learn late than never. — PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 864.

2 Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylls in seeking to avoid Charybdis). - PHILLIPPE GUALTIER: Alexandreis, book a line 301.

Circa 1300.

When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,

That in the course of justice none of us

Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render

The deeds of mercy.

The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!

Is it so nominated in the bond?

'Tis not in the bond.

Speak me fair in death.

1

An upright judge, a learned judge!

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

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.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.

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.

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.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

1 "It is not nominated in the bond." White.

Ibia.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Ibid