More can I bear than you dare execute.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
England is safe, if true within itself.