Quotes to inspire and reflect

Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow’s bliss.

Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O! that estates, degrees, and offices Were not deriv’d corruptly, and that clear honor Were purchas’d by the merit of the wearer.

I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitude.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stol’n from me by my daughter!

The fool multitude, that choose by show.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

Must I hold a candle to my shames?

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.

And the vile squealing of the wry-neck’d fife.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun.

I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind.

O father Abram! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others.

I’ll seal to such a bond, And say there is much kindness in the Jew.

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spet upon my Jewish gaberdine.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman’s key, With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!

How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way with more advised watch, To find the other forth, and by adventuring both, I oft found both.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.

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

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!

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

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

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

Nature hath fram’d strange fellows in her time.

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

Full bravely hast thou flesh’d Thy maiden sword.

I could have better spar’d a better man.

This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember’d in thy epitaph!

But thought’s the slave of life, and life time’s fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. O! I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

The time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

Let me tell the world. 14

Such water-colors to impaint his cause.

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox.

Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.

Greatness knows itself.

To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

Worse than the sun in March This praise doth nourish agues.