Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
she shall scant show well that now shows best.