The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.

More matter with less art.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!