I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of

Jaques: Rosalind Is Your Love's Name? Orlando: Yes, Just. Jaques: I Do Not Like Her Name. Orlando: There Was No Thought Of Pleasing You When She Was Christened.

What Stronger Breastplate Than A Heart Untainted! Thrice Is He Arm'd, That Hath His Quarrel Just.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.