All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

All the world's a stage.

DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.