Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

I May Command Where I Adore.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)