I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

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.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.