Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.