Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

Every fair from fair sometime declines

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.