Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.