A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Blind Fear, That Seeing Reason Leads, Finds Safer Footing Than Blind Reason Stumbling Without Fear: To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worse.