For This Relief, Much Thanks

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner. Benedick Fair Beatrice, I Thank You For Your Pains. Beatrice I Took No More Pains For Those Thanks Than You Take Pains To Thank Me: If It Had Been Painful, I Would Not Have Come. Benedick You Take Pleasure Then In The Message? Beatrice Yea, Just So Much As You May Take Upon A Knife's Point ... You Have No Stomach, Signior: Fare You Well. Exit Benedick Ha! 'against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner;' There's A Double Meaning In That... (much Ado About Nothing)

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.