A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

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.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .