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.
Too nice, and yet too true!
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.