King Richard II

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Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,

they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

grief makes one hour ten.

desolate, will I hence and die:
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

this must my comfort be,
Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;

The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation: that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:
Take honour from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live and for that will I die.