Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.