He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

I bear a charmed life.

I dote on his very absence.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

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

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

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.