I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.

Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

By that sin fell the angels.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night