I was adored once too.

BEATRICE
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.

BENEDICK
Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.

BEATRICE
I took no more pains for those thanks than you take
pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would
not have come.

BENEDICK
You take pleasure then in the message?

BEATRICE
Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's
point ... You have no stomach,
signior: fare you well.

Exit

BENEDICK
Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in
to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that...

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!