How Much An Ill Word May Empoison

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

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.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.