When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

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.

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

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

Leave us to our free election.

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.