Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.