A very honest woman but something given to lie
Be just, and fear not.
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.