Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.