If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Heaven give you many, many merry days.

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.