John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued) |
| 636 |
| The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o’er a cold decree. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 637 |
| He doth nothing but talk of his horse. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 638 |
| God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 639 |
| When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 640 |
| I dote on his very absence. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 641 |
| My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 642 |
| Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 643 |
| 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? |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 644 |
| 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 Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 645 |
| The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 646 |
| A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 647 |
| Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 648 |
| For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 649 |
| You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 650 |
| Shall I bend low, and in a bondman’s key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 651 |
| For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. |