Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

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.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.