Katie Geranium

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,
 And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
 But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom
 Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
 For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
 Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
 Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
 Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
 Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
 Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.


-William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew, Act II, scene I.