There are a sort of men whose visages

Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.

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

I am Sir Oracle,

And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

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

I do know of these

That therefore only are reputed wise

For saying nothing.

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