Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.

“Like madness is the glory of this life.”

“Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my kne…”

“For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,…”

“Proper deformity shows not in the fiendSo horrid as in woman.”