Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

Cursed be he that moves my bones.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

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.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.