Patience perforce with willful choler meeting/Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting./I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,/Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.

“A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”

“Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; …”

“Not all the water in the rough rude seaCan wash the balm from an anointed King;”

“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I …”