Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.