To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.