“Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English.”

“No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.”

“For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.”

“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”

“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes”

“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago”

“What soilders whey-face?The English for so please you.Take thy face hence.”