Time Is The King Of Men.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

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)

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.