I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind,

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

Don Pedro Come, Lady, Come; You Have Lost The Heart Of Signior Benedick. Beatrice Indeed, My Lord, He Lent It Me Awhile; And I Gave Him Use For It, A Double Heart For His Single One: Marry, Once Before He Won It Of Me With False Dice, Therefore Your Grace May Well Say I Have Lost It. Don Pedro You Have Put Him Down, Lady, You Have Put Him Down. Beatrice So I Would Not He Should Do Me, My Lord, Lest I Should Prove The Mother Of Fools.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.