Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

I bear a charmed life.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.