LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

Policy sits above conscience.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?