Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe: What is decreed must be; and be this so!
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
What a fool honesty is.