Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.