GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor