One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

A dream itself is but a shadow.