Much ado and little help.
Men from children nothing differ.
No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
