Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.

Love goes toward love.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

He kills her in her own humor.