Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place To Better.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.