Patch Grief With Proverbs.

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.