Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.