Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

You Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I Hate As Reek O' The Rotten Fens, Whose Loves I Prize As The Dead Carcasses Of Unburied Men That Do Corrupt My Air, I Banish You; And Here Remain With Your Uncertainty!

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.