So Shaken As We Are, So Wan

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

Leonato Neighbours, You Are Tedious. Dogberry It Pleases Your Worship To Say So, But We Are The Poor Duke's Officers; But Truly, For Mine Own Part, If I Were As Tedious As A King, I Could Find It In My Heart To Bestow It All Of Your Worship.