They lose it that do buy it with much care.

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,—

A stage, where every man must play a part;

And mine a sad one.

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,

Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.