I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair

Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing

Old Time The Clock-setter.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.