To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.