Silence Is The Perfect Herald

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?