Tempt Not A Desperate Man

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

Against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner. Benedick Fair Beatrice, I Thank You For Your Pains. Beatrice I Took No More Pains For Those Thanks Than You Take Pains To Thank Me: If It Had Been Painful, I Would Not Have Come. Benedick You Take Pleasure Then In The Message? Beatrice Yea, Just So Much As You May Take Upon A Knife's Point ... You Have No Stomach, Signior: Fare You Well. Exit Benedick Ha! 'against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner;' There's A Double Meaning In That... (much Ado About Nothing)

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!