There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

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.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.