MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING +

by William Shakespeare

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed; how much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.

'God sends a curst cow short horns;'

I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.