A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.