When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.