Every fair from fair sometime declines
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)