As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

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.

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.