Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved.

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,Chaos is come again.

DON PEDRO
Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.

BEATRICE
Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.

DON PEDRO
You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.

BEATRICE
So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee