Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.