A very honest woman but something given to lie
He that dies pays all debts.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.