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.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

Tears water our growth.