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.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth

It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.