The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.