Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!