I dote on his very absence.

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

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

Ready to go but never to return.

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.