I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Leave us to our free election.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

The hideous god of war.

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.