From The Merchant of Venice, Act I, Scene 1, by William Shakespeare“Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans,
Why should a man whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes? and creep into jaundice
By being peevish?”
- Gratiano
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