I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

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

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.