As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.