The king's name is a tower of strength.
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.