Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.