You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

Courage mounteth with occasion.

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.