The Merchant of Venice

by William Shakespeare

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;

Your mind is tossing on the ocean;

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; 80 A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.

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

My favorite one.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

‘All that glisters is not gold,

The quality of mercy is not strain’d;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath.