The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

Then Is Courtesy A Turncoat. But It Is Certain I Am Loved Of All Ladies, Only You Excepted: And I Would I Could Find In My Heart That I Had Not A Hard Heart; For, Truly, I Love None. Beatrice: A Dear Happiness To Women: They Would Else Have Been Troubled With A Pernicious Suitor. I Thank God And My Cold Blood, I Am Of Your Humour For That: I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow Than A Man Swear He Loves Me. -much Ado About Nothing