He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

“Truth is truth to the end of reckoning. ”

“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

“Não podeis ministrar algum remédioA um espírito enfermo, e da memóriaArrancar-l…”

“Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow…”