The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

Every why has a wherefore.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.