Wear this for me: one out of suits with Fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Yet thou dost look Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.
If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it.
Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face.
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo, And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringèd viol or a harp.
Orlando. Who stays it still withal? Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.
O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.
Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today, And to be boy eternal.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Claudio. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on. Benedick. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter.