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.