I Care Not, A Man Can Die

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

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.