Emotions and Feelings

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

Full bravely hast thou flesh’d Thy maiden sword.

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

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

Greatness knows itself.

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

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

A good mouth-filling oath.