Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
I'll note you in my book of memory.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.