Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.