I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.

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.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

I will do such things,--
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.