Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
... And death unloads thee.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee