Beggar That I Am, I Am Even

Petruchio: Come, Come, You Wasp; I' Faith, You Are Too Angry. Katherine: If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting. Petruchio: My Remedy Is Then, To Pluck It Out. Katherine: Ay, If The Fool Could Find Where It Lies. Petruchio: Who Knows Not Where A Wasp Does Wear His Sting? In His Tail. Katherine: In His Tongue. Petruchio: Whose Tongue? Katherine: Yours, If You Talk Of Tails: And So Farewell. Petruchio: What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.