Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in
a merry hour.
BEATRICE
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.

The much-hyped Ares 1-X was much ado about nothing.

to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and Vulcan a rare carpenter?

Nothing can seem foul to those that win

No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.