The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare

Act III, Sc. II
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!

Act I, Sc. II
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Act III, Sc. II
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.

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

Act I, Sc. III
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?

Act III, Sc. V
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.

Act I, Sc. I
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

Act I, Sc. I
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Act II, Sc. I
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

Act I, Sc. II
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

Act I, Sc. III
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.

Act I, Sc. III
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

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

Act I, Sc. I
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.

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

Act III, Sc. II
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.

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