Frailty, thy name is woman!

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that... (Much Ado About Nothing)

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.