If there is a good will, there is great way.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

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?

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear