You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.