The Gates Of Monarchs Are Arched So

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

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?

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.