There Is A World Elsewhere.

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.