Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

Frailty, thy name is woman!