If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

Thanks to Linda Alchin

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind

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

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer

I dote on his very absence

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun

It is a wise father that knows his own child

In the twinkling of an eye

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit

All that glisters is not gold