Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My

Gratiano Speaks An Infinite Deal Of Nothing, More Than Any Man In All Venice. His Reasons Are As Two Grains Of Wheat Hid In Two Bushels Of Chaff: You Shall Seek All Day Ere You Find Them, And When You Have Them, They Are Not Worth The Search.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!