We Were Not Born To Sue, But

Gratiano Speaks An Infinite Deal Of Nothing, More Than Any Man In All Venice. His Reasons Are As Two Grains Of Wheat Hid In Two Bushels Of Chaff: You Shall Seek All Day Ere You Find Them, And When You Have Them, They Are Not Worth The Search.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.