It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!