I would fain die a dry death.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

You are strangely troublesome.

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.