Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!

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.

Barnes Are Blessings.