Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

All dark and comfortless.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?