Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!

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)

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.