Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?