Book: The merchant of Venice

For each thing in the world is sweeter for us to chase than to have her.

Tell me where is fancy bred
Mind, heart l the life she gave you?
And what to eat to her stuck?
Answer. answer.

But love is blind, and lovers
Not see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

Youth - crazy rabbit, which jumps through a trap cripples of prudence.

The lovers are commonly the clock runs forward.

How far extend the rays of a tiny candle! Also shines a good deed in the world of bad weather.

So fades the glory of the lower before the higher.
After all, the Governor shines as a king
While the king in the absence and
His greatness sink, exactly in the sea
The stream is negligible.

So the appearance of the essence of the far;
The world is still deceived with ornament...

In misery and hell sacred text leads.

I think the world is what it is, gratiano:
The world's a stage, where everyone has a role.
My - sad.

If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not have to retaliate?