Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea; Neither have I money, nor commodity To raise a present sum: therefore, go forth; Try what my credit can in Venice do: That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. Go, presently inquire, and so will I, Where money is; and I no question make, To have it of my trust or for my sake.

Beside us there was a big 'hopper sailing through the air.

The arts of pleasure in despotic courts I spurn, abhorrent; in a spotless heart I look for pleasure.

Take one pill every 12 hours to provide ease from pain.