Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Wallis Roman Girl painting
No, none that thou hast wit enough to make.
GRATIANO
O, be thou damn'd, inexecrable dog!And for thy life let justice be accused.Thou almost makest me waver in my faithTo hold opinion with Pythagoras,That souls of animals infuse themselvesInto the trunks of men: thy currish spiritGovern'd a wolf, who, hang'd for human slaughter,Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,And, whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallow'd dam,Infused itself in thee; for thy desiresAre wolvish, bloody, starved and ravenous.
SHYLOCK
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud:Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fallTo cureless ruin. I stand here for law.
DUKE
This letter from Bellario doth commendA young and learned doctor to our court.Where is he?
NERISSA
He attendeth here hard by,To know your answer, whether you'll admit him.
DUKE
With all my heart. Some three or four of youGo give him courteous conduct to this place.Meantime the court shall hear Bellario's letter.