I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.