Such as we are made of, such we be.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.