I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

We are such stuff that dreams are made of.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

To you your father should be as a god.

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