I am all the daughters of my father's house,And all the brothers too.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

Forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum.

Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.

Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain?

Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.