Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner. Benedick Fair Beatrice, I Thank You For Your Pains. Beatrice I Took No More Pains For Those Thanks Than You Take Pains To Thank Me: If It Had Been Painful, I Would Not Have Come. Benedick You Take Pleasure Then In The Message? Beatrice Yea, Just So Much As You May Take Upon A Knife's Point ... You Have No Stomach, Signior: Fare You Well. Exit Benedick Ha! 'against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come In To Dinner;' There's A Double Meaning In That... (much Ado About Nothing)

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue