“Our son shall win.QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.”

“she shall scant show well that now shows best.”

“Edward:Well Mortimer, ile make thee rue these words,Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king?Frownst thou thereat, aspiring Lancaster,The sworde shall plane the furrowes of thy browes,And hew these knees that now are growne so stiffe.I will have Gaveston, and you shall know,What danger tis to stand against your king.Gaveston:Well doone, Ned.”

“I see a lily on thy brow,With anguish moist and fever dew;And on thy cheek a fading roseFast withereth too.”

“And here, in thought, to thee-In thought that can alone, Ascend thy empire and so be A partner of thy throne, By winged Fantasy, My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be In the environs of Heaven.”

“Who, LORD, shall abide in Thy tabernacle? who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that beareth his own witness in every Thing, he that singeth his own Song in Thy praise, he that giveth not his own Words to his Neighbours mouth, nor taketh his neighbours Words as his own.”