There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

“Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.BEATRICEIndeed, m…”

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a …”

“Tis safter to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”

“Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!”