All offences come from the heart.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.

Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.