Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

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.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.