Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
There's a time for all things.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
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.