Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.

The rain, it raineth every day.

What a deformed thief this fashion is.

Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.