What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Speak low, if you speak love.