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Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday