Till All Grace Be In

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)

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.