Emotions and Feelings

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

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.

Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!

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

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

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.

Full bravely hast thou flesh’d Thy maiden sword.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

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

Greatness knows itself.

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

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

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

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

They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.

A good mouth-filling oath.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.

Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them?

I am not in the roll of common men.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.