I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.