Love's Labour's Lost. Уильям Шекспир

lips are no common, though several they be.

        BOYET. Belonging to whom?

        KATHARINE. To my fortunes and me.

        PRINCESS OF FRANCE. Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles,

            agree;

          This civil war of wits were much better used

          On Navarre and his book-men, for here 'tis abused.

        BOYET. If my observation, which very seldom lies,

          By the heart's still rhetoric disclosed with eyes,

          Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected.

        PRINCESS OF FRANCE. With what?