But Here's The Joy: My

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.