Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

Policy sits above conscience.

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.