So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

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)

Let Each Man Do His Best.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.