Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-- This grave shall have a living monument. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then in patience our proceeding be.

The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Why should honor outlive honestly?