Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.