I Can No Other Answer Make, But,

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself