There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Making night hideous.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

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 is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.