Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.