Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I am roughand lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.