Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

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

The Hideous God Of War.

Leonato Well, Niece, I Hope To See You One Day Fitted With A Husband. Beatrice Not Till God Make Men Of Some Other Metal Than Earth. Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Overmastered With A Pierce Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marl? No, Uncle, I'll None: Adam's Sons Are My Brethren; And, Truly, I Hold It A Sin To Match In My Kindred.