Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

Leonato Neighbours, You Are Tedious. Dogberry It Pleases Your Worship To Say So, But We Are The Poor Duke's Officers; But Truly, For Mine Own Part, If I Were As Tedious As A King, I Could Find It In My Heart To Bestow It All Of Your Worship.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.