Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

The king's name is a tower of strength.