Speak comfortable words.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.