Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed, When Not To Be, Receives Reproach Of Being, And The Just Pleasure Lost, Which Is So Deemed, Not By Our Feeling, But By Others' Seeing.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.