My love's more richer than my tongue.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Despair and die. The ghosts

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!