Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
Women may fail when there is no strength in man
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.