Ready to go but never to return.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

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.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.