The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
The rain, it raineth every day.
What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.