Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

That a woman conceived me, I thank her.

My lord, when you went onward on this ended action,

I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace!

Now, from the beginning...

I've gone over it again and again and again in my head

We used to meet each other constantly once or twice a week.