By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.