What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
They love least that let men know their loves.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
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?
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich