I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Patch up thine old body for heaven.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.