An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.

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.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.