Speak low, if you speak love.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.