Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

The icy precepts of respect.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.