Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.

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

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Gold were as good as twenty orators.