Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

The leopard does not change his spots.

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing