O, Spirit Of Love, How

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)