9 October 2013

 LEONATO
Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
  BEATRICE
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.
Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a
piece of valiant dust? To make an account of her life to a clod
of wayward marl? No, uncle, I’ll none.


-- Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare) 

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