Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

I had as lief have been myself alone.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?