My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Good Name In Man And Woman Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls.

Thus Play I In One Person Many People, And None Contented: Sometimes Am I King; Then Treasons Make Me Wish Myself A Beggar, And So I Am: Then Crushing Penury Persuades Me I Was Better When A King; Then Am I King'd Again: And By And By Think That I Am Unking'd By Bolingbroke, And Straight Am Nothing: But Whate'er I Be, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is With Nothing Shall Be Pleased, Till He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One