He took the bride about the neck And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack... That at the parting all the church did echo.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hortensio. What happy gale Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?... Petruchio. Such wind as scatters young men through the world To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hortensio. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bianca. Let's hear. O fie, the treble jars.... Lucentio. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich,... And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful?... Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.... Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel twig Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue... As hazelnuts, and sweeter than the kernels.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »