“My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.”

“If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.”

“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.”

“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”

“For you, in my respect, are all the world.Then how can it be said I am aloneWhen all the world is here to look on me?”

“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”

“It is not night when I do see your face,Therefore I think I am not in the night;Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,For you in my respect are all the world:Then how can it be said I am alone,When all the world is here to look on me?”