Women may fail when there is no strength in man

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.