There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.
And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.