We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon: Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France: Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy Can buy this unprized precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind: Thou losest here, a better where to find.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not