Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.

I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.

LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.