I Hate The Murderer, Love

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

How My Achievements Mock Me!

Sometimes, Less Is More.

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)