Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me