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. If thou would have such a one, take me:
and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king:
and what say’st thou, then, to my love? speak, my fair,
and fairly, I pray thee.
Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of France?
No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of
France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the
friend of France; for I love France so well, that I will not
part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate,
when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is
France and you are mine.
-William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fifth (1598-1599)