Charity Itself Fulfills The Law.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.

He Hath Disgrac'd Me And Hind'red Me Half A Million; Laugh'd At My Losses, Mock'd At My Gains, Scorned My Nation, Thwarted My Bargains, Cooled My Friends, Heated My Enemies. And What's His Reason? I Am A Jew.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?