she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

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.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.