Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie,

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Petruchio: Come, Come, You Wasp; I' Faith, You Are Too Angry. Katherine: If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting. Petruchio: My Remedy Is Then, To Pluck It Out. Katherine: Ay, If The Fool Could Find Where It Lies. Petruchio: Who Knows Not Where A Wasp Does Wear His Sting? In His Tail. Katherine: In His Tongue. Petruchio: Whose Tongue? Katherine: Yours, If You Talk Of Tails: And So Farewell. Petruchio: What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.