Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!