Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

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

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.