Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.