A very honest woman but something given to lie

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

LEONATO Neighbours, you are tedious. DOGBERRY It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.