Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

Nor age so eat up my invention.

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

I had as lief have been myself alone.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.