Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

“Kneel not, gentle Portia.Portia: I should need not, if you were gentle Brutus. …”

“Thou art a votary to fond desire”

“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring,And these the showers to bring it …”

“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.”