All difficulties are easy when they are known.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

My heart is ever at your service.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.