Remembrance of things past.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions