There Is Flattery In Friendship.

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.