For what I will, I will, and there an end.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

To whom God will, there be the victory.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.