Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies. (A5,S3)
A miracle! Here’s our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but, by this light, I take thee for pity. (A5,S4)
I’ll tell thee what, Prince: a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No. If a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him. (A5,S4)