I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.