You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.