Under The Colour Of Commending Him I

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

Leonato Well, Niece, I Hope To See You One Day Fitted With A Husband. Beatrice Not Till God Make Men Of Some Other Metal Than Earth. Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Overmastered With A Pierce Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marl? No, Uncle, I'll None: Adam's Sons Are My Brethren; And, Truly, I Hold It A Sin To Match In My Kindred.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.