fair katharine, and most fair, will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms such as will enter at a lady's ear and plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
o fair katharine, if you will love me soundly with your french heart, i will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your english tongue. do you like me, kate?
an angel is like you, kate, and you are like an angel.
what say you, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?
i know no way to mince it in love, but directly to say "i love you". what! a speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. a good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow; but a good heart, kate, is the sun and the moon, or rather the sun and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.