You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.