“Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.”

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”

“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“we are the lords of all eternity”

“Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,Being opposites of such repairing nature.York:I know our safety is to follow them;For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,To call a present court of parliament.Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?Warwick:After them! nay, before them, if we can.Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:Saint Alban's battle won by famous YorkShall be eternized in all age to come.Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:And more such days as these to us befall!”

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause”