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Leonato Well, Niece, I Hope To See You One Day Fitted With A Husband. Beatrice Not Till God Make Men Of Some Other Metal Than Earth. Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Overmastered With A Pierce Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marl? No, Uncle, I'll None: Adam's Sons Are My Brethren; And, Truly, I Hold It A Sin To Match In My Kindred.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.