PRINCE EDWARD

He that hath far to go, tells it by miles;

If he should tell the steps, it kills his heart:

The drops are infinite, that make a flood,

And yet, thou knowest, we call it but a Rain.

Act IV, scene IV

LORRAIN

Degenerate Traitor, viper to the place
Where thou was fostered in thine infancy,
Bearest thou a part in this conspiracy?

Act 1, scene 1

KING EDWARD

Ignoble David! hast thou none to grieve
But silly Ladies with thy threatening arms?
But I will make you shrink your snaily horns!

MARINER

Purple the Sea, whose channel filled as fast

With streaming gore, that from the maimed fell,

As did her gushing moisture break into

The crannied cleftures of the through shot planks.

Here flew a head, dissevered from the trunk,

There mangled arms and legs were tossed aloft,

As when a whirl wind takes the Summer dust

And scatters it in middle of the air.

Act III, scene I

KING EDWARD

What beauty else could triumph over me,
Or who but women do our love lays greet?
What, thinkest thou I did bid thee praise a horse?