Best 16 quotes in «merchant of venice quotes» category

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

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

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?

Now is the winter of our discontent.

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

These blessed candles of the night.

Beshrew your eyes, They have o'erlook'd me and divided me; One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

What light through yonder window breaks?

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.

All that glitters is not gold.

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

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.