Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

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.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.