These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

Sweets to the sweet.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.