No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
so full of shapes is fancy
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.
I cannot do it without comp[u]ters.