Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
LEONATO Neighbours, you are tedious. DOGBERRY It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.