I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
The rain, it raineth every day.
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!