Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.

All's well that ends well.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.