I Swear Again, I Would Not Be

Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.