Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

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.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

... And death unloads thee.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!