What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.