Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful