I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

Leonato Neighbours, You Are Tedious. Dogberry It Pleases Your Worship To Say So, But We Are The Poor Duke's Officers; But Truly, For Mine Own Part, If I Were As Tedious As A King, I Could Find It In My Heart To Bestow It All Of Your Worship.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.