What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

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.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.